The minute I dropped out a year of my life, I could stop going to school or at least accept the fact that I am a BLIND who is disabled to read or write, but I did not succumb to failure nor to teachers’ negativity. I fought the unseen surrounding to bring my seen part up.
My name is Fedaa Muhaisen, a student with a sight loss who got her education at the schools of insightful people. I have grown up accustomed to pain and suffering a difficult life without vision. I was barely communicating with the people around me. At schools, Teachers were always telling me off; colleagues looked to me in a negative and inferior way. I stayed around as weak. Both teachers and colleagues kept saying that I would stay in the same situation of weakness next year due to my disability in writing and reading. Their words were harsher than stones thrown into the back. I lived a self-conflict and hard times ashamed of being me, having a paper ability to even recognize and confess my crisis. I wished I had had the ability to write or read as other students do so that could probably protect me dropping out a year from my life. That failure of one year was a sort of torture that brought me down, broke my little heart into pieces; but at the actual level, I have never run out of patience.
For me, it was a choice to either give up or hold on! I know that the personal power for change comes from brains, not eyes! That failure may stand for a chance to make something of my life. Why not experience hope! Why not leave all these sayings behind and kick the path off with the choice I make from this moment on. I held my back a little more straight, my head a little higher, collected my pieces of me and held on.
At 10th grade, I decisively took a small notebook and a pen and went to my sister with a wholehearted passion to LEARN. To CHANGE. It took me only three days to memorize the shapes of letters, the thing I did not anticipate before, then I found myself able to connect letters and form words properly which made me more delighted, more confident. Gradually by ongoing practice, I have got to read and write words very well like good people do without any help. Since then I have realized more than before that a year of failure was not the end of the world, but rather a strong call for hitting new success.
That was the most worthy choice I have ever taken! In fact, all that pressure, depression, harsh words, and the wicked people who broke me down have turned over to something formed in me a self-confidence and a strong belief in the hidden willpower that has chipped in so far. I continued learning motivated by a spirit of success, I took my high school degree, and now I am on IUG stage raising my graduation hat from the Faculty of Law and Sharia with the EXCELLENT degree.
I have truly never felt as happy and optimistic as I feel now, and for sure it is not the end of the path, I will continue fulfilling this success till holding master degree then Ph.D. Success is a real heal and I am really a student with a passion!
On my graduation day, all my sincere thanks must go to the Islamic University, the first to contain disables through Disability Services Center run by Miss Nesma AL- Ghola who backed me up along the way till graduation and helped me transform my passion into a REAL. The center opens its doors on a range of services and academic, cultural and social activities offered by the university to disables. Our graduation today is a strong testimony of the great things the Islamic University has achieved to the community.
